Trever and I were just in Palm Springs and let me tell you, Palm Springs in the summer is not for the weak willed. It’s low season because hardly anyone goes, trying to avoid the blistering heat they are headed to the coast. The hotels are mostly empty (except the party hotels) and pools-side chairs are welcoming you while they pump out hippie spa music and offer you another margarita. It’s like being in a sauna all day and therefore there is nothing to do except lay in the shade and read, lay on a pool floatie and stare at the water ripples, or lay on your big hotel bed and take a nap in the counterfeit cold. All three options highly gluttonous, lazy, forcefully relaxing and involving some sort of brain disengagement.
With tan skin and oversized sunnies, people move slower in the Palm Springs sun to try and avoid any extra strenuous movement and therefore elevated body temperatures. With bikinis and a sun hat to block the UV, hotel patrons walk trancelike to the buckets of cucumber water and back to their lounger where they will regain their posture: legs up, head back, eyes half open, cold drink in hand with one mission to accomplish, care about nothing. Hotels are mod, like something out of mad men (the first season), and there’s a good chance you’ll run into the ghost of Frank Sinatra while you’re there. The mountains look like they are directly behind the hotel wall and Palm Trees dot the pink skyline while the warm sun sets and it’s all ultimate California. Hip hotels, strong sunshine and high capacity city escapees who are so laid back you’d swear their speech is being played out of a slow motion video clip. Dinner is late and night swims are a must because you can jump in and out of the pool lit only by the light from the moon and never notice a temperature difference, it’s just all warm.
I say it’s not for the weak willed because it will muscle the stress right out of your hands and you’re left with nothing but sunshine and some Mexican food. You just gotta leave that drama in the city, Palm Springs can’t handle it.
I came back warm to my bones like a long day at the spa and ready to take on the week. I've decided it's the best kind of vacation, even though we do the same thing every time. I'm learning to love the monotony of it, the fulfilled expectations, the predictability of the place, it all puts me at ease and it's kind of nice and a little boring - but in a good way. Trever and I stay at The Avalon because it’s right downtown. The Parker is great for drinks and Cheeky's is the only place to go for breakfast.